It’s not what I see
It’s what I don’t
It’s not what I can feel
It’s what the world won’t
Life…
An Illusion, I am told
From day one, will eternity
From young to growing old
Oh why, oh why
Do I then see the blue sky
Why can I feel
The waves against my feet
Why, of why
Do people have to die?
Does a cut really have to hurt?
And heartbreak have to scar you… forever.
Of why…
It’s a packaged deal I know
That when we’re born
We are forced to accept what we have
But then,
Why do we crave
For a one last, ultimate escape
From this life, an illusion
Or so, it may seem
I don’t know
I really, really don’t
But if you do, find the answer
Please tell me, and let life flow…
